I thought that i knew best but I'm selfish and petty like all the rest. I know how this ends and i will fall for it over and over again

I don't want to be the thief on the cross. Joining in with all of those who mocked the one nailed to the tree. You were hung up there because of me

I am a flickering flame constantly praying you don't send rain. I hate to take the blame but you know ho much i love my chains

(How long will you live? How long will you live like this?)

I need a drug. I'm feeling stuck. I am the dirt that held your cross in place

Are you tied to your bed by all your trials and tests?

Consumed by what you can't digest?

Stitching the holes in your nets?

I'm scared i won't be ready. I know it comes like a thief and i'm afraid i'll sleep through the night